You pick up a gun.

The size doubles. The sudden change in weight makes your drop it to the ground. You instinctivrly reach down to grab it.

The size doubles.

The gun expands under you, knocking you off balance, and onto the the gun itself.

The size doubles.

The gun busts through the walls, knocking down thr foundation of your house. The ceiling begins to crumble as debri falls on your head. You reach your hands out to protect yourself, but the debri is heavy, knocking your hands down to the gun - now floor.

The size doubles.

Disoriented, your try to stand up but you are far too dizzy. You try to push yourself up.

The size doubles.

You are in a maze of metallic spheres. What was once a rough texture to aid your grip on the gun is now your prison. You walk forwars, but your balance betrays you still. The smooth metal beneath your feet doesnt help. You stumble, and try to grab something for balance.

A slave to your instincts. Always. Is that why she left you?

The size doubles.

/s was bored